February 2012
my absolute love is meant to be sprawled across typewriter font
im such a fool but my blood flows for you. my bones ache for you. i think heartbeats break down walls.. right? you dont even know half of it.
I want spring. To be reborn. I want summer. To be golden, to thrive.
Tomorrow i’m going to drink some hot tea and let the sun shine through my windows. I’m going to feel every bit of the warmth from my cup to the sky. I’m going to stretch my soul with some meditation and yoga. Write my spirit in ink.
“You are not the body. You are not the mind. You are the spirit. This is the...”
– Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi (via elige)
